The building that houses the ballet school where my younger daughter takes classes is a beat-to-shit old brick warehouse in Worcester. The section that the ballet school occupies is reasonably nice. Jen, the director of the school, has put a lot of work into making the space as comfortable as she can.
However, today, a door was open at the back of the school, and I got the chance to glimpse part of the rest of the warehouse. The phrase “urban decay” comes to mind.
I took this photo as I was peeking beyond the school’s door, and tweaked it a little in Snapseed.
Scott C Lyerly 